[CWS Writing Calendar July 2013] Day 22
“How on earth is that even possible?”
“What the hell do I know? I live here. Well, not exactly here in this particular hut, but just a couple of miles south from here and I guess that counts as me living here and...”
“Oh shut up for a second, will you? I’m trying to think this through!”
Alan made a pout. “Don’t be so rude, Trent! I’m just as confused as you!”
“How do you know my name? Erm, cancel that. Stupid question, I can’t think right. What’s your name anyway?”
“Alan. I saw you in >Bushwacker<. So cool! And Australia was portrayed very nicely in that movie.”
“Well, thanks. But that was just a meagre role I played there. One of my first engagements. Did you watch >Just Black Bullits
“Meh.”
“>MehMeh
“Hm. Say, Trent, is it true what they say about you and the m...”
“NO! Not one word of it! Shut up!”
“But...”
“NO!”
In the silence that followed Alan and Trent both busied themselves with shuffling around the collected artefacts on the small table, looking at the dusty floor and begging for mercy from no god in particular.
“The day the plane went missing, we set fire to the curtains.”
Trent turned around, facing Alan. “What did you say?”
Alan smiled. “The day the plane went missing, we set fire to the curtains. That was my favourite line in >Red Action<.”
“Ha. Mine, too.”
“That was a really cool movie.”
“Thanks, Alan.” His smile was replaced by a piercing look. “But tell me, Alan: If you saw me in my movies; why didn’t you try to contact me? I mean, it must have been weird for you- all those people mistaking you for me, begging for autographs...”
“Nobody did that.”
“Wha- no one?”
“No, Trent. And why should they?”
Trent froze, flabbergasted. “Why? WHY? Oh, Alan, I don’t know; maybe because we two look EXACTLY THE SAME??? Well, except that your skin has never known the true promise of luxurious skin care products...”
“Oh, we do? I thought that was only me.”
“WHAT?”
“My stepdad kept telling me I was crazy, a bit weird, you know? So I thought my mind was just making things up.” His knees gave way and he slowly sank down to the floor.
“Your stepdad is a dork. How could he not see this?”
“My stepparents are Aborigines; the traditional kind. They don’t go to the movies.” Alan frowned.
“And what about your parents?”
Alan sniffed “They died when I was six. They were missionaries- or so I was told.”
Trent sat down in front of Alan and apologetically patted his shoulder. “There, there...”
At that point Alan flung his arms around Trent and sobbed heavily. “Brother!” he cried.
“Erm...” Trent shuffled back and forth in his seated position “I’m not quite sure we’re at that point yet, chap...”
Lillythliel, July 24th 2013